Today my Son is 9. Wow. 9 years old.
He has informed me that as of today I can no longer call him My Baby. But no matter how old he is he'll always by my baby.
For each day for 9 years (and 9 months before that) I have kissed, loved, held and nurtured him. I find it truly amazing how each day is so perfectly wonderful, yet each day is more perfectly wonderful than the one before as he continues to grow into an amazing person.
Happy 9th Birthday, My Baby
He has informed me that as of today I can no longer call him My Baby. But no matter how old he is he'll always by my baby.
For each day for 9 years (and 9 months before that) I have kissed, loved, held and nurtured him. I find it truly amazing how each day is so perfectly wonderful, yet each day is more perfectly wonderful than the one before as he continues to grow into an amazing person.
Happy 9th Birthday, My Baby
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It's one of those clever tricks of Mother Nature. Each stage seems like the best ever and you don't want to move on. You move on and it's the best ever....
best wishes and many happy returns of the day
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